Hi Guys, yes i updated. Sorry it was so long. Sorry its a short chapter. But I rearranged the story, again. I was not happy with it the first two times. I deleated the other chapters. They were useless to the new plot line. This one is much better - I promise. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

I felt the early morning sunshine rays flutter though the vents as it casted a warmth though out the bedroom and destroying any further chances of extra sleep. I yawned as I stretched my arms above my arms, I felt like I had been stamped over by elephants. Groaning to myself I curled myself into a ball and raised my blanket over my head in attempts to block out the sunlight.

"Bloody hell women. Don't take all the blankets."

I gasped as I sat straight up.

"Seriously, Iris it's six in the morning. Go back to sleep!" Draco mumbled as he snitched the blanket and threw it over his eyes.

I slowly turned to my right. My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest. Sure enough, there was a male figure under the blanket, peeking over it was stands of blond hair. This was my husband. Draco Malfoy. I was no longer Iris Potter, I was now Miss. Iris Malfoy. Slowly everything came rushing back to me. The Wedding, flight to Paris. My, well our wedding night. I took deep breaths to calm my racing heart, no wonder I felt like I was stomped on.

"Are you okay?"

It took me a minute to realise that I had been staring at my husband – and that he was asking me a question.

Draco slowly raised himself from under the covers and sat, leaning against the headboard. "Iris is everything okay?"

I closed my eyes to compose myself. I slowly turned around to look at him, nodding my head I too leaned back against the headboard facing him. Luckily the bed was so big that our bodied weren't touching. "Just over whelmed," I replied. "Everything just came rushing back to me. The wedding, us."

Draco sighted as he rubbed his eyes. I had to admit, under early morning rays he looked like a Prince from a fairy tale. He was gorgeous without his face mask, wisps of blond hair framing his face. I could imagine the envy of so many women, their desire to see him like this. This was a face I could get used to waking up to every morning. If my parents did one thing right in by forcing this union, it was choosing someone very good looking.

"Iris, you're staring again."

I blinked as I felt my cheeks warm up. "Sorry," I heard myself saying. "You look much better without your usual smirk and fake smile. It's different. It's nice."

Draco looked surprised. And he surprised me by smiling. Not smirking, but giving me an actual smile. "Thank you." Inching his face closer to me, he whispered, "It's for your eyes only. Now what do you say, we finally get started on our wedding night?"

I groan. Glaring at him, I threw the blanket off my lap and shuffled towards the bathroom.

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I watched my wife as she stomped towards the bathroom, her jet black hair flowing freely behind her. She really was an interesting character. I sighted as I laid back on the bed, throwing my arms over my eyes to block out the sunlight. I had tried so much to stop this wedding. I was not ready for marriage, more so than marriage I was not ready to be responsible to for someone else other than myself. I could be mean and reckless at times, my mother only reminded me that a few times every day. I had told father this, however every Malfoy men at my age already had their first heir. I was to be married and that was the end of the conversation. I counted my blessing every time that Iris had not turned into a girl who cared more about money and looks – she did not want to be the trophy wife.

Ever since I knew Iris Potter was to be my wife someday I made sure to keep tabs on her. Who she was, what she liked, her friends, and how she became as a person. From an unsecure teenager she had truly bloomed into a confident young girl. With beautiful curves, jet black hair and emerald green eyes, she was a sight to behold. Although she was a tiny person, she could make men twice her size cry. As time passed, I knew no other women was fit to be my bride other than Iris Potter.

And my mother knew, she watch me as I watched her bloom. And she watched me as I fell in love with her. I had known that she did not want be married this young, I did not want to marry her this early either. I had plans to approach her, court her before we entered into a marriage union. I had informed father of this, yet, here I was married to the women I love only weeks after our first true contact. Why? Because Malfoy men are possessive basters, because I knew someone else wanted to challenge me for Iris's hand. Because I knew Iris would have accepted his proposal without any consideration, after all, he was one of her close friends.

So, what did you think of this new plot? Let me know in the reviews. :D Again, sorry that its so late. I'll try to bet better.

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IucunditaFloridus